Charmz opened this issue on Mar 11, 2003 ยท 6 posts
Charmz posted Tue, 11 March 2003 at 8:55 AM
This time without the msnese of word. I never could resist a challenge. So, here it be.. At What Price? Age, too high a price to pay for wisdom, Knowledge is not worth the bitter price paid; Nor, the passing of the plans youth has laid, That tumble to earth like withered blossoms. Flesh once firm and soft withers and weathers, Beauty dims and character takes over; Hands that once soothed and caressed a lover; Are grained now like the finest of leathers. Yet, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, And a childlike wonder at all abound; Though life may batter her body around, Her soul still remembers the way to fly. From youth to age our heroine marches, With head held high; if on falling arches! 14 lines, 8 whine, 4 volta, 2 conclusion all in heroic syllabus.. told ya i knew the rules :D
Caledonia posted Tue, 11 March 2003 at 9:58 AM
I like it, good job!
tjames posted Wed, 12 March 2003 at 12:37 AM
Not bad but I'll have to get Crescent to redirect the entrys to where I lead it off that keeps them all together so I don't miss any.
mysteri posted Wed, 12 March 2003 at 1:12 PM
Hurrah and cheers! You even have the Petrarchan rhyme scheme. And slyly clever, too. I like.
Crescent posted Wed, 12 March 2003 at 9:46 PM
What thread do you want them to be posted in? Isn't the one in the announcement box correct? I can't move threads under other threads. You'll need to ask people to repost in the correct thread. Just let me know which one it is and I'll try to clarify it in the announcement box. Cheers!
tjames posted Fri, 21 March 2003 at 6:23 AM
One More Step Away From Stupid.
I tried to write a poem that would fit
But found the trick slipped from my scattered mind
Snatched at half formed lines and unknown concepts
Grasped my pen and fought for inspiration
Daunted by the help so kindly offered
Furious at my incomprehension
Banged my head so hard on my computer
Had to seek a doctor for a bandage
And yet, my poor split head did me some good
For suddenly an idea killed the pain
Those hours of puzzling were all well spent
Just count the syllables to play this game
In poems as in prose I scrawl with glee
This challenge business now makes sense to me